kl was well.. kl.
ok it was better than expected.
did shopping at this place called 1 utama. which is a shopping mall the size of sentosa.
and watched tv.
and the cousins are growing up. and becoming nicer.
two cousins still refuse to stop calling me shortie.
no matter the millions of times i remind them that i am the *tallest* female cousin they have.
and that if i was 182cm too, i'd be a giant.
and then the youngest two still call me geetha akka.
so do the grandparents.
and my parents too. come to think of it.
well geetha. not geetha akka.
but you can't really blame the kids. since they've never seen me and gee together, they probably can't tell us apart.
you know your family's weird, when this is a normal conversation..
cousin (14 years old): i saw your sister 2 months ago in london..
me: oh. how is she?
cousin: normal.
me: oh.
youngest cousin : geetha akka! geetha akka! come here!
me: ...anjali.
cousin: anjali akka! anjali akka! come here! look!
me: hmm..what?
cousin: starfruit.. yumm... *passes me the plastic starfruit*
me: what the..*notices a chunk of it bitten out* you ate it?! spit it out! SPIT IT OUT!
cousin: yummy..
me: *hyperventilates* SPIT IT OUT!
cousin: starfruit is yummy..
me: SPIT IT OUT..*notices small piece of plastic starfruit on the floor*... pest.
cousin: yummy!
me: eurgh. you. you spoilt the plastic starfruit. come help me look for glue.
cousin: ok.
and it had small bite marks on it. by his tiny teeth.
thong said that i had the attention span of a 5 year old.
he was probably right.
cause while looking for glue, we both got distracted and did something else.
so i just put the starfruit back in the fruitbowl with the bitten part hidden.
stole my parent's wedding photo from their photo albums.
my mom was *super* thin when she was younger.
like kate moss thin.
and my dad could actually smile and show off his teeth.
remarkable.
i'm one of the least photographed grandkids.
they have tons of photos of their own kids first borns. proper photoshoot ones.
and none of the rest.
discrimination towards non first borns like me.
well that's not the only discrimination that i face, but i guess that's too bad.
and then there's the usual family politics.
7 siblings.
2 divorced.
1 disowned.
1 still at the lawyer's office finalizing things.
so it's the duty of mom and her husband, being the oldest still married couple, to try and salvage my youngest uncle's marriage.
so most of their holidays were spent counselling.
hmph. grownups.
and my aunts and uncles think i should either do economics or corporate law or medicine after next year.
but those are like the typical pathways.
told them that i wanted to do mass comm. and they just stared at me. and went on with their conversation.
if they continue with the family thing. i could take over.
but i know nuts about engineering.
but am a shareholder already anyway.
well almost.
mom's a shareholder.
and i have the wonderful job of walking back and forth from the office to my grandparent's house getting signatures on legal documents.
and some people know about gee.
and everyone tries to lock me up in rooms and interrogate.
wish they would just leave me alone.
it's not like i *told* her to do it.
grandparents reaction was way better than i expected..
"oh.. what's his birthdate? must check the horoscope.. what's his full name?..."
and i snorted and then ran away as fast as i could before they could do anything to me.
as if anything will change with the horoscopes.
